Oh, what is this I’m feeling?
Temperature running high through my veins,
Heart pulsating like runaway car,
Head banging like a rock star,
A shot of tequila burning through my prophecy.
Little gremlins scraping through my gullet,
Sea salt water crashing down my sore,
White bunnies popping through corners,
Fingers creaking in pain,
Numb knees striving to prevail.
Nostrils flaring like a knight in battle,
Goose bumps creeping down my neck,
Chest high up, palms in place,
Something’s waiting to erupt,
One last breath down my lungs,
I can’t hold on to it anymore…
AAAAAaatttzzcchhhooooooooo!
Oh god! I think I’m having a cold
Please hand me another roll and more aspirins.
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